Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 465 Good Omen

The general said, "The Joint Chiefs of Staff have assessed that we can't win in two days. Judging by the current situation, the ELN forces have all entered the jungle to engage in guerrilla warfare. It will take at least a month to wipe them out. We don't have time, as there's news that the Military Commission will hold a hearing on this matter. If we don't cancel the operation quickly, it will be very troublesome."

"Military Committee!?" Colonel Reid was shocked. "How did they react so quickly?!"

"This is reality," the general said. "The order to halt operations has been issued. We have 24 hours to withdraw all our personnel. At that time, the Colombian government forces will also cease operations. You should state this at the press conference."

"But……"

Colonel Ryder always felt that something was wrong.

When did the Senate Armed Services Committee react so quickly? Less than three days after the news broke, they were already preparing to question the DOD?
By this time, Reid also knew that the operation could not go on.

Because the Senate Armed Services Committee controls the annual defense budget share, it has enormous power.

If the operation is proven to be a collaboration with armed forces like the AUC, which have unclear ties with drug cartels, to fight against ELN armed forces, one of the military leaders on the DOD side will have to take the blame.

"All right……"

Colonel Ryder knew that no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

Whether the action is terminated or not has nothing to do with me. After all, I am just a spokesperson, just a loudspeaker.

"I'll go back and prepare the materials for the press conference."

He stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.

Song Heping was not aware of what was happening in the American DOD.

At this time, he was squatting beside the body of a CCOPE special forces member, searching the body for anything he could use.

Searching a body is something any combatant would do.

Especially at a time like this, it would be very useful to be able to replenish some ammunition and food from the corpses.

For safety reasons, the radio was silent and even the satellite phone was turned off. The Americans' electronic reconnaissance technology is undoubtedly very advanced, and we must not be careless and expose our whereabouts.

"Still from AGLAN."

Molins came over and threw a document on the ground.

Song Heping glanced at it.

That's the AGLAN soldier's ID card.

"I expected that. Fortunately, they weren't the US special forces, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to deal with."

Song Heping took off the grenades and ammunition from the body, stole the first aid kit, and finally began to rummage through the tactical backpack, where he found a broadsword mine.

"this is not bad……"

He was very satisfied with the harvest.

This type of mine grenade is very useful in jungle warfare and is an excellent trap.

"Tell the others to search their backpacks and collect any explosives and mines they may have. We don't know how long we'll be staying in the mountains."

Morins stood aside for a long time and suddenly whispered, "Song, I'm sorry for involving you."

Song Heping was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I take money to help others get rid of disasters. I have professional ethics, don't worry." Morins said, "We are good brothers."

Song Heping laughed again: "If we win the war, you can pay the balance quickly, which means you really treat me as a brother."

After that, he looked around and said, "Let's go to the mountains. Do you have a camp here?"

Molins said: "There is no camp, but there is a small village about 40 kilometers away from here along the mountain road. There are only a few dozen families. We can spend the night there and hide."

"Time is up."

Song Heping glanced at his watch, waved to the radio operator to come over, and asked him to turn on the radio and start contacting other troops.

"Immediately inform the combat troops in the Tame area, the south, and the north that the current situation is very unfavorable to us, but time is on our side. Disperse into the jungle. The tactical goal is to delay the fight and avoid direct confrontation. I don't care how you fight. Survival is victory."

"That's it?" Seeing Song Heping issue all the combat instructions in one sentence, Morins asked worriedly, "Why don't you give them detailed instructions on the map about where to go and where to fight?"

"Hit me!"

Song Heping said unhappily, "Still micromanaging at this time? That would mean everyone would be buried with you. Morins, you should learn something. The entire defense zone is in chaos at this moment, and we are only the highest command. That doesn't mean we know more about the battlefield than the commanders below. Let them use their brains and do it freely. The ones commanding these operations now are the backbones you sent to me for training. I've taught them all the basics, and the rest depends on whether they can grasp the essence of tactics themselves."

Molins was still a little worried.

Song Heping added, "This is an assessment to select outstanding commanding talents for you. The backbones who can perform well in this battle will be reused in the future!"

Molins said, "What if I don't meet the standards?"

Song Heping spread his hands and said, "This is easy. Just go see God directly."

After saying that, he took out his satellite phone and called Fair. He first told him about the pressure he was currently facing, and then told the other party that for safety reasons, he would only turn on his phone for five minutes an hour, and his communication would be interrupted at other times.

Feier brought good news to Song Heping.

"Song, Nancy has leaked information to Congress. It seems they're planning to hold hearings to question the military action in Colombia. If this is true, the DOD bosses will definitely make a final decision within the next two days."

Song Heping guessed that it was Angel's credit, so he asked Feier: "What do you think are the chances that they will cancel the operation?"

"A high probability," Fair said. "A military committee is no match for a small editor like me. Once such a meeting is held, it's like a public interrogation. Honest answers must be given to every question. Not to mention the consequences, it would be embarrassing for those old DOD military leaders to be shown on TV and laughed at."

"How long do you think it will be before the action here stops?"

"Two days at most, and the earliest would be before tomorrow's press conference." Feier said, "Song, I wish you good luck. If you can hold on for a day or two, maybe you'll be saved."

"hope so."

Song Heping looked at the time again. He had to be careful. Each communication could not exceed five minutes. He had to leave the place immediately after ending the call, otherwise he might be bombed.

"I'm going to cut short our conversation. I think the signals here are being monitored. Damn, the US military sent electronic surveillance planes over here. It's making me nervous."

"Okay, take care of yourself."

After ending the call, Song Heping immediately turned off the satellite phone and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, get out of here, hurry up!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)